She takes her dress off and lies back and says the house is listening, which is not the sort of thing you want to hear.

JunoIt likes being warm. Get in.

She is cold and she pulls everything out of you and she does not breathe in any particular rhythm.

The walls tick the way pipes tick, and the door shuts by itself, and she holds your face so you cannot look at it.

JunoThere. Now it knows you. Now it will be sorry.